Sometimes I look at you

 Sometimes I look at you… and I don’t know how my heart learned to hold so much.

Each of you so different. Your own laughter, your own way of seeing the world, your own little personality shining in ways that make every moment feel alive.

And yet somehow…

you all belong to the same place in me.

I stood there with my arms open, watching you run, play, laugh, completely lost in your own little worlds. And I realized something that felt bigger than words.

You don’t just fill my life.

You give it meaning.

Not in one single way… but in many.

Each of you holds a different piece of my heart.

And together, you’ve created something I never knew I needed so deeply.

A life that feels full in a way nothing else ever could. 

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